Dwight LymaninSensual: An Erotic LifeBright Gods, Dark GodsThere be goddesses dark & bright Which unbidden from the body spring & dusky gods who take up wing In sparks of darkness, sparks of lightMay 22, 2022May 22, 2022
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryBattlefieldThere is an island in my breast, all snowy with whiteness, frosted in tons of billowy coldness of pain, and hurt of a cold wind blowing at…Apr 28, 2022Apr 28, 2022
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryLeafA brown leaf scraped at the window pane just when I had thought I had lost enough to cry.May 8, 2022May 8, 2022
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryDoorAtheism is the door to the religious heart in all its unknown majesty, this surprising result defies the synagogue, the steepled church the…May 18, 20221May 18, 20221
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryRed, Red RoseMy love is like a red, red rose A red, red rose is she All day long beneath the willow boughs She suavely swings my babyMar 21, 20221Mar 21, 20221
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryYou’re the OneI do not know, I do not know Which way the wind is going to blow It may blow West — but I know this You’re the one I want to kissNov 20, 2021Nov 20, 2021
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryHollow WindWe stood on a hill in the hollow wind and our words twisted like leaves on a stem in the storm of feelings held at bay by onslaught of the…Nov 8, 20211Nov 8, 20211
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryCloudy YouWhite blew across the blue like lucent paint on sky and one was shaped like you with head and breasts and thighFeb 22, 2021Feb 22, 2021
Dwight LymaninSensual: An Erotic LifeLauraIn the morning sun peeks golden in the window; with a glance it glints across my eyes and nudges me to wake and rise. Then I turn your wayNov 9, 2021Nov 9, 2021
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryResurrection (an Easter poem)The first Sunday after the first full moon after the first equinox of the year, rise early and lean outside in the spiced air, listen to…Apr 4, 2021Apr 4, 2021
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryPotencyI am the wind. I am less than the wind. I am a tree. I am greater. I am an ant with strong ant arms. I am a weak flower, a little violet…Oct 29, 2021Oct 29, 2021
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryWillow LoveIf I hold to the soft light and you to the sad what makes it such a wrong ‘right’ that we should be gladNov 8, 2021Nov 8, 2021
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryMoonI know now, know now, the final swish that moves my life so slowly — oh so slowly on its way. Is a swish, a swish of the secret silver…Oct 8, 2021Oct 8, 2021
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryPreparationsThat day when spring is come and birds blow songJul 31, 2021Jul 31, 2021
Dwight LymaninOutdoor PoetryWhat is Outdoor Poetry?Outdoor poetry is meant to be an expression of the natural singing spirit. Our bodies desire to burst into spring and worship the world…Oct 28, 20211Oct 28, 20211